“You’re not serious, shorty” My hand was brushing some of Mike’s hair off his face.
“Here, at the airport of all places. They’ve got cameras all over.” He had a wide grin on his face, like he was tempting me into something illegal and knew I was going to go for it.
“Come on, it’s been three months, honey. Or do you want to do it in the taxi on the way home?” His breath felt hot on my ear. I couldn’t help but smile. His three-month business trip had been more than hard for both of us. I had been constantly whining how tired I was of my hand. Now that he was here, he could hardly keep his hands off me in public. It was strangely satisfying and turned me on like hell.
"What is it going to be, love? We can't even kiss here. I promise I'll let you go after a kiss, if you don't want more of me." He knew all too well I wanted all of him, but his horny brain was mistaking the airport for a club or our bedroom.
"Okay then, shorty, but just one kiss." What a sexy smile he had.
"Call me shorty again and you'll regret it..." Mike took my hand and lead me on. |